You know that feeling when people say that there is no place like home? Well, I moved back to Japan and I realized, I don't really have a home. Being a child of international parents, this shouldn't come as a surprise. But, being a global nomad makes you feel excluded. Everyone else has a home, yet you don't. Where do I call home? Brazil? The U.S.? Japan? The answer is, I call myself home. That got real deep. How do you get cooler in a desert with just a car door? Roll the window down.